September 13, 2008

• What is church? When I am gathered with
  friends/community/people of like mind with God as the center. The determined
  center. Not just “oh, lets talk about God.” But where it is like “God, what do
  want to tell us? What do you have for us. Here. Now. Together?”

  Sometimes this happens in what we conventionally call
  “Church.” Sometimes this happens at Steak n Shake. Sometimes this happens in
  the backyard.

  I am rethinking things. Some things. I mean, it is hard to
  rethink everything all at once.

  Ministry…serving God by serving others. God has called me to
  minister. In different ways. One way is by using the projector at church. I
  type the songs in, put together a power point presentation, and project it on
  Sunday. This takes quite a bit of time. At least until I have all the songs
  typed in. I worked hard on it—plus…you would be amazed how heavy those 6 pounds
  are—added with a 10 pound laptop bag that I lug to church (remember, we WALK
  everywhere) every Sunday. Yesterday I spent the time typing. I carried
  everything downtown, and then to church. Then went to set it up and found that
  one of the cords was not in the bag. So nothing could work. Did I fail to
  minister? No. not at all—I did the work for the Lord. Circumstances come and
  go…and sometimes…maybe no one will see the work…but I served God. And I know He
  is proud of me. The results are just one part of the ministry—the part that I
  am not responsible for. The results are in God’s hands.

  And man, does that take a load off me.

  Why do we live as we live—only part of our lives? The other
  part is hidden in the games we say. Being honest and ye holding back. Smiling
  when we want to frown, and sitting when we want to stand.

  Life is like days on parade. They march past you while you
  are still trying to grasp why.

  Why does it seem like so many people are TIRED of church right now? Sundays just feel so heavy. problems and issues keep piling up and i ask “Where is the love?” and it feels so far and distant and the abyss seems so very far away and unreachable. and then some moments shine through and i see the bridge and i am happy, but the rays are few and far between. Come, Lord Jesus, come into our lives.

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